Goodbyes are hard.
Yesterday came the time for Ollie to part with his beloved rag, a close companion since wee puppyhood.
It may look like a pile of fabric, but really it's a pile of memories.
It could be smelled from feet away and was becoming a health hazard.
We explained to Ollie that he's getting older now, and that sometimes we have to grow up and part with the tokens of childhood.
He took it okay. I cried.
The long farewell.
We've both been listening to this song on repeat.
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